Mudminnow River nobody blames you

She can't read him.  He is impassive even as he regards her.  And boy, does she hate that.  Whatever it is, she can't just do that.  Her face and her heart have always been an open book.  No more, she reminds herself.  Another shiver rakes over her, and she grits her teeth against it.

His name isn't anything like what she's heard either, and thus far she still knows pretty much nothing about him other than that he's large and strong and strange.  Phoenix, she tells him.